Ainvar

Daemons in every corner... this is where the fallout occurs.

Ainvar's Bard Songs

Old King Maybourne lived upon a hill,
And it overlooked a valley past the end of his great will.
Old King Maybourne bid his men to kill,
Put the valley men in graves where he rules o’er them still.
Maybourne Castle is built of giant stones,
And it’s said that there are cellars where the giants rest their bones
Maybourne Castle was built by giant men,
And the Source is all that keeps them from reclaiming it again…
Old King Maybourne lived upon a war,
And he took that war to places that had never fought before,
Old King Maybourne ventured to the shore,
And he overtook the palace that he ruled from ever more.
Maybourne Castle is built of giant stones,
And it’s said that there are cellars where the giants rest their bones
Maybourne Castle was built by giant men,
And the Source is all that keeps them from reclaiming it again…

The Apen King

They marched ashar’
And there they sar’
The king’s banana crown

His scepter was
A chavelier (1)
His coat a furry brown

The monkey Queen
Has n’er been seen
But rumor says it best

She’s hid away
Her ugly face
Per Apen King’s request

CH:
Men will rule the world
Until that fatal day
The Apes prevail
They learn to sail
And use the chavelier

The Apen King
Is strong and mean
His subjects live in fear

He’ll take no guff
He’s monkey tuff
He wears a crooked snear

He walked upon
The Maybourne throne
And pissed upon the seat

Lord Maybourne drowned
His tongue rolled out
And licked the monkey’s feet

CH:
Men will rule the world
Until that fatal day
The Apes prevail
They learn to sail
And use the chavelier

Aléman slow ballad…

Empress Maybourne wondrous beauty
Like a goddess she rules unseen
Beyond description, the empress of Ainvar
Source grant her rule in perpetuity

Tails of her virtue make saints seem as peregrines
In Aléman songs of her beauty were score
Hidden from view each heart aches from the loss
Of the vision that now is our princess no more

Empress Maybourne wondrous beauty
Like a goddess she rules unseen
Beyond description, the empress of Ainvar
Source grant her rule in perpetuity
The Source is the Way
The Source is the way and the light
Only its worship is right
Some men stray
And to idols pray
But faith can be restored through might

The peoples of Hitteck and Seyco
Attempted to tell the Source no
By the power of blade
The Source called crusade
The blood of the heathens did flow

To the south holy armies march
Renewing the faith and the heart
To ignore the Source’s call
Will cause kingdoms to fall
The Source will bring light from the dark

One Faith to Choose
You say you want an inquisition
Well you know
We all want to serve the Source

You feel it is an imposition
Let the fires flow
Sacrifices must be made

The source brings salvation
It brings order and light
It rose land from the ocean
And hung stars in the night

A call has been heard
To challenge heathen heart
To show the right path
By example and art

As a final option
Force may be used
In the final days
There is but one faith to choose